The Thing of Being

Frustration is hereditary

And depression as well

Just a few moments

In the sun

Then endless

Landscapes of grey clouds

The sun sets and the night

Starless and windy

Sets in

Interregnum

The city, great and prosperous

Leaves no stone

Untouched for profit

Temporary empty

The people went on holiday

And the grey confined buildings

Remains as a memory of better or

Worse times to come or go